Friends, I’m preoccupied.
That is true.
I’m also adrift.
The certain strange dreaminess of where I am. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Internally, I am a collection of paintings Caspar David Friedrich, Ivan Le Lorraine Albright, and Miss Van.
I shut myself off from the noise outside. Twitter, Instagram, even being accountable and always accessible to too many friends who I love, it was draining me. I’m not built for that. I’m built for dreaming.
love,
Micah_Chaim
Hi Micah! Thanks for continuing to blog, I still read! and I often wish I had the guts to drop entirely off grid myself…. -Denise
Definitely feels strange. Sales stopped. Reads stopped. Everything stopped all at once when I quit. But, also, the guilt trips, the toxicity, the pressure, the striving without making it, the gossip, the noise, and the abuse all stopped. In a large way, I wasn’t fully aware of how unhealthy my relationships on social media were for me given my sensitivities.